Period: 7th to 10th of July, 2017
Skins: Battleborn Kayle, Mafia Jinx, Ironscale Shyvana and Hillbilly Gragas
Champions: Aatrox, Brand, Zyra and Karma
Introduction: An End to the Means
“You were born for battle and you will, one day, stand triumphant in the fields among your fallen enemies.” The words echoed in her mind every time she wore her armour and joined the fight. She fought and was triumphant every time. She hated it: the bloodshed, the carnage, the glee of standing on top of those beaten; something she couldn’t share. She was very good in battle, perhaps the best but it simply wasn’t for her. She looked at her friend, clad in iron and enveloped in flames, and she knew that she wasn’t the only one. Her expression as they defeated yet another makeshift militia was a mirror of hers.
The King’s orders were clear and alliances were to be respected. There was always a reason or an excuse to carry on in the same path. They couldn’t shatter the trust, the belief of the troops and, more importantly, the people that saw them as saviours. They were symbols that meant hope; though now they only equated to conquest, to the King’s great satisfaction. With borders far expanded and territories annexed all around. The hunger for expansion and the thirst for power had fully taken over the King’s mind. In a map, he only saw what he had and what he was to have tomorrow.
“Are you sure this is a good idea.” “Do you want to continue like this?” “No, but, this is treason!” “Is it? Really? Then what is it that we are doing in battle every day if not a thorough betrayal of our ideals. All that we thought we fought for has turned into simple conquest.” “Yes, I know, but this people. You know what they deal in. Can we really trust them?” “Do we have an option? Besides, it would be our heads but also theirs. If they get in this then they’d be as doomed as we.” A woman in a fine dress opened the door and showed them in.
They sat down and the woman kept smiling, a large fake smirk that said nothing. “So, when are we going to do business?” “We should get this over with fast.” “Don’t worry, we are completely safe here. I know why you are here and the price is really reasonable: a favour from each of you in the future. Do we have a deal?” They nodded, unable to refuse the proposal. It wasn’t a bad deal but, more importantly, they didn’t have any options left. That was a heavy weight in their conscience while turmoil and confusion gripped the kingdom when the King vanished. When his son stepped in they didn’t know what to expect. At least, the campaigns were over for now. The question was: what would be the new king’s doom?
+: fitting concept and design
-: unfitting proportions
+: refreshing flapper style
-: conventional adaptation
+: practical, aggressive style
-: stylised in areas
+: blonde hair
-: crude, questionable joke